"My relationship with Dad is pretty good though,"
Pei Zhiyao forced a smile, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes.
Pei Qingqing could tell that his smile was indeed strange.
The insincerity in it was more frightening the more one looked at it.
The woman twitched her mouth and didn't respond to Pei Zhiyao for a while.
Yet he spoke in an indifferent tone, as if the whole thing really didn't concern him anymore.
"Don't worry, communication between us men is still very effective. Even if there were conflicts in the past, they'd be resolved once we talked it out. There's nothing that can't be solved."
Pei Qingqing thought to herself that she hoped that would be the case.
Her relationship with Pei Zhiyao seemed to be growing more distant.
If she didn't reach out, Pei Zhiyao certainly wouldn't come to her.
This made Pei Qingqing feel both angry and helpless.
And she knew very well that Pei Zhiyao's personality was much like their father's.
